The Darkest Night by Gena ShowalterThe Darkest Night by Gena Showalter

The Darkest Night

byGena Showalter

Mass Market Paperback | December 22, 2009

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Gena Showalter writes in the genres of contemporary romance, paranormal romance, and young adult fiction. She is the author of the Alien Huntress series, Tales of an Extraordinary Girl series, Atlantis series, and Lords of the Underworld series. Her other books include The Stone Prince, The Pleasure Slave, and Catch a Mate. Her books h...
Title:The Darkest NightFormat:Mass Market PaperbackDimensions:384 pages, 6.61 × 4.22 × 0.99 inPublished:December 22, 2009Publisher:HQN BooksLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0373775229

ISBN - 13:9780373775224


Rated 4 out of 5 by from Good Start WOW, what a great start to a series, complex, exciting, and passionate. Gena Showalter weaves a wonderful tale, with intriguing characters. I mean come on SIX SEXY WARRIORS living together, with the gods controlling delicious. The warriors are all tortured souls, with their unique personalities they find a way to live together and form a brotherhood. This book is paranormal romance with a lot of Greek Mythology, and that puts a nice change to things, it really adds to the story. One of the best paranormal romance I read in a long time.
Date published: 2018-01-05
Rated 5 out of 5 by from best book series ever this author is so incredibly great i love her. the characters always make me laugh
Date published: 2017-07-11
Rated 5 out of 5 by from absolutely loved it I can’t stop thinking about this story and the characters in it. This is the kind of story that will stick with you always, and the type of love that you want for yourself for all time. Showalter created an absolutely stunning world that I could easily picture myself in. Her descriptions really allow you to picture the story. The storyline itself was fast paced and gripping. Showalter captured my imagination while making me think. Showalter has filled this novel with absolutely unforgettable characters. She introduces you to the Lords, letting you get to know them as individuals and as a group. I love how they are portrayed as being human, yet at the same time, so much more than that. The interactions between the characters were so revealing, showing who they really are underneath the veneer. The main characters definitely stood out amongst the crowd. Maddox was the perfect mix of reality & desires. Ashlyn was strong yet in need of support. Together, they were explosive. I definitely couldn’t put this one down. I simply devoured it. It was the perfect kick off to the Lords of the Underworld series & I definitely can’t wait to read more.
Date published: 2015-01-08
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The Darkest Night Review Simply amazing! I adore this series and have been devouring every book I can get my hands on! Paris, Strider, Lucien, Maddox, Reyes, Kane, Sabin, Gideon, Aeron, Amun, Torin *DROOL* Jeez! Can these warriors be any more strong, loving, intelligent, rash, protective, funny, passionate, loyal and intensely sexy? This has to be one of my most favourite series out there! I can't wait 'til Torin (fingers-crossed) gets his own book. He definitely needs some lovin' =) via
Date published: 2013-06-14
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Just a "Meh" Series for Me Reviewed at Another Look Book Reviews The Darkest Night was way better than the prequel story, The Darkest Fire but still a long way off what I would describe as an addictive series. Maddox and Ashlyn were a great couple to read about but (and a big but here) there was so much that ended up being a head scratcher for me. For instance, there never really was an explanation offered on what caused their electric chemistry as clearly it was more than just an attraction. Their chemistry was described time and time again as literally being shocking with electric jolts. Why did the voices in Ashlyn head go quiet around Maddox? What was so special about their connection as I believe the reader was lead to understand that it was more than just a mutual attraction? I kept waiting for some sort of back-story to emerge to explain all of this information but nothing was shared. It drives me nuts in a story when the male protagonist (that has been living for thousands of years) becomes so in love and protective of the female that in less than 24 hours from meeting her, he'd be willing to kill his best friends (that he has had for thousands of years) if they tried to harm her. It just didn't jive. I still wasn't a fan of the writing style or the how the voices were written and I totally thought that Ashlyn's self sacrifice storyline was way out there on the ridiculous side. I fully admit to rolling my eyes. One more thing that I didn't care for were the amount of characters that The Darkest Night introduced. Wholly smokes my head was spinning and I had started to take notes. I am going to list the characters after this review so I can refer back to them. There are a lot of reference in this series to the Greek Gods & Titans. I found that part all very interesting and I still like the idea about searching for Pandora's box. I am going to continue on reading the series for now. It is an easy read that I can put down without hesitation. Torin - Lord of Disease Lucien - Lord of Death Reyes - Lord of Pain Aeron - Lord of Wrath Paris - Lord of Promiscuity Sabin - Lord of Doubt Gideon - Lord of Lies Kane - Lord of Disaster Strider - Lord of Defeat Cameo - Misery Amun - Lord of Secrets Anya - Goddess of Anarchy Maddox - Lord of Violence Ashlyn - when standing at a spot, she can hear any conversation that has taken place at the spot from the pass no matter how long time has passed.
Date published: 2012-12-01
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Very good start to the series So what isn't there really to love about this series?Strong sexy men troubled by their own demons (literally) who melt around their strong smart women. I'm sold! Plus the background story in itself is actually quite interesting. If you like the BDB, I think you will like this series. I will definitely be continuing on in the series!
Date published: 2011-05-16
Rated 4 out of 5 by from good start First off, I'll say I'm not an avid reader of adult novels, but there are a few that grab my attention, the Lords of the Underworld series being one of them. That said, this book is for 18 years of age and up! This book introduces us to the Lords, men who embody demons unleashed from Pandora's box. Thing is, back in the days of ancient Greece, they were the ones that opened the box and this is a curse put on them by the gods. This fascinated me from the start; each of these men houses a demon, some worse than others (in ways). Torin, for example, who houses Disease, can't have physical contact with anyone lest he start a plague. Reyes, keeper of Pain, is overcome with the need to hurt himself, it's all he knows. Each of these men have their own cross to bear, so to speak, and while they're all strong physically, these demons are always at the edge of their minds, whispering, pushing, eager to get control and wreak havoc. I'm not sure if it was because the men were from ancient times but I found the writing very formal. I noticed a lot of 'surely's' for example. Surely you don't mean...surely I can...surely this and that. Most of the time it was sort of awkward. Also corny. Are all romances like this? The relationships also move very fast. Maddox and Ashlyn knew each other for a week, a week, and were already mentioning the L word. Their relationship was intense and lust filled from the start but it did have deeper meaning, especially for Maddox, whose demon also comes to care about her. It might've been unrealistic, but it was fun to read. Ashlyn was a strong woman with lots of self doubt so it was nice seeing her really grow into herself and experience these feelings with Maddox. And I'll be honest, their interactions were pretty hot! I thought this was a good introduction to the series. We learn about the Lords but I definitely want to know more; what were they like in Greece? What happened when the demons were loose? The Hunters who are, well, hunting, down Pandora's box to reclaim the demons; how were they started? Will they be more badass? because they didn't seem that tough. Each book will focus on one of the Lords so I am looking forward to delving into all of their hopes and fears and abilities and how they'll go about dealing with their (probably) intense love connections. This sounds like a really cool series with a great idea, love the spin on the Greek mythology. The guys are hot, powerful, and, let's face it, they fight hard and they play hard. Great (adult!) paranormal-romance read, check it out if you can! Review also here:
Date published: 2011-04-14
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Good Read Fans of the series dont forget to get this one, I found some interesting plots that gave insight into tthings that are effecting other parts of the series. This one was interesting I found that the main character Maddox was easy to like, dispite his dark nature. The girl who loves him, and eventually may save him is likeable, but I think that there could have been a little more character building in her case.
Date published: 2010-09-27
Rated 4 out of 5 by from YUMMY, LORDS OF THE UNDERWORLD As a fan of paranormal romance and in particular JR Ward's Black Dagger Brotherhood my searches for what to read next kept taking me to this series. That's not to say the two are comparable, because they aren't. But if you like continuing story arcs with multiple character POV's, sexy, sexy love scenes, the occasional bloody fight and tortured yet strong alpha males who become kittens once they meet their prospective mates then you might like this too. The premise for Gena Showalter's world is quite elaborate. Centuries ago a group of immortal warriors released the demons from Pandora's Box. (Yes the Pandora's Box) As punishment the Greek gods cursed the warriors, forcing each to act as host to one of the demons, sort of like a duo personality. Maddox, this books hero is the keeper of violence and because he was unable to control his demon in the beginning and killed Pandora. (Yes the Pandora) Maddox was additionally cursed to die each night at the hands of his fellow warriors, burning in the pits of hell until morning (which can`t be fun) The Lords of the underworld now live in a secluded castle in Budapest, each struggling to coexist with their own personal demon. The other warriors possess things like disease, wrath, death, pain, doubt, promiscuity, lies, and disaster, all of whom getting their own book as the series progresses. Our heroine here is Ashlyn Darrow. She works for the World institute of Parapsychology and has come to Budapest with her team to investigate the warriors. Poor Ashlyn has a curse of her, born with the ability to hear any conversation that has ever taken place in the location where she is standing. These voices in her head have ruined her life and she'd do anything for a moment's silence. Maddox finds Ashlyn in the woods outside the castle and even though he thinks she's `bait' sent by the `hunters' (bad guys) he is instantly drawn to her. For Ashlyn it's a miracle, because even though she finds this violent and bloody (he's just killed some hunters) man terrifying the voices have stopped. Now she can't bear to be separated from him and Maddox can't help himself either (they never can) carrying her back to the castle and into his chambers. Of course he's going to have to explain himself to the other men, if he can leave Ashlyn's side long enough and what happens at midnight when his friends have to kill him? That's sure to put a damper on the ole love life. The premise for this series is original and exciting and I will definitely be continuing on. Despite the fact at times I was overwhelmed by Greek Mythology and couldn't keep track of who was who and cursed with which demon. I also had trouble with Ashlyn and found her to be written too young and virginal to ever handle a man like Maddox (maybe I was just jealous though?)
Date published: 2010-08-01
Rated 1 out of 5 by from What Can I say? I thought it Sucked This is the first book in a series that was recommended to me by several people and by the looks of things has had generally quite favourable reviews. Just goes to show, you can't please all of the people, all of the time because it just didn't do it for me, in fact I thought it was just plain bad. The series revolves around a group of warriors who, offended that their gods chose to entrust the guarding of a demon-filled box to a woman, decided to steal the box and release its contents into the world. Their plan was then to gather up the freed demons and put them back inside the box, thus showing their prowess to the gods while proving the female warrior, Pandora, incompetent. Sounds like something a bunch of guys would do alright. Unfortunately, the warriors were unable to recapture the demons. Needless to say, the gods were furious. To punish them, they granted the warriors’ wish to guard the demons. But instead of using Pandora’s Box, they charged each warrior with the task of guarding a specific demon — by placing that demon inside the warrior, thereby letting it possess and corrupt its host. Maddox is the keeper of Violence. Each day, he fights the desires of the demon inside him. He also suffers from extra divine punishment. When Violence originally possessed him, he fell prey to its wishes and killed everyone in his immediate vicinity. One of them was the female warrior, Pandora. Angered that their chosen warrior died by his hand, the gods cursed Maddox to experience her painful death each and every night. Ashlyn Darrow works for an international organization interested in finding and studying supernatural phenomenon. Gifted, or perhaps cursed, with the ability of clairaudience - she can hear voices, the conversations of the past. Constantly bombarded by voices, Ashlynn's only wish is to learn to control her power or get rid of it. So when she learns of a group of men living in Budapest who might be angels, or demons, and are said to have mysterious powers, Ashlyn journeys to their mountain fortress to seek their help. The premise for this series is original and had lots of potential. It's too bad it really didn't live up to it (for me anyway). One of the main things that really bothered me is the men themselves. Beside being flat and unidimensional characters, they seem resigned to their punishment and have made no effort to try and redeem themselves and end their possession. They don't even know what happened to Pandora's box after the demons were set loose. You'd think that a bunch of guys cursed to be tormented by demons might actually try and find a way to rid themselves of their tormentors. Logically, you would think that having the original container to put them back into would be a good place to start. But, no, not these guys. They just live in seclusion on their little mountain top passing the time. Another problem is that I kept waiting for the story to actually start. Ashlyn's and Maddox's first meeting is rather odd. They meet on the mountain where Maddox kills several people. Ashlyn's reaction to this knowledge is that she wants to wrap her arms around him and tuck her head under his chin. Say what? I mean, yes, the voices are quiet when you are around him, but he's a killer covered with blood and you know nothing about him. Seems like a rather idiotic reaction if you ask me. The first half of the book is practically devoted to Ashlyn and Maddox dancing around each other and fighting their mutual attraction, although there is really no romance or sexual tension to speak of. The story ramps up in second half of the book, but it seems to be just a jumble of scenes and I had a hard time connecting them to an overall plot. A bunch of new characters are introduced, including some mysterious voice that is supposedly trying to help the warriors, but it is never clear who or what the voice is or why she is trying to help. This book was a major disappointment.
Date published: 2010-03-23

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Every night death came, slowly, painfully, and every morning Maddox awoke in bed, knowing he'd have to die again later. That was his greatest curse and his eternal punishment.He ran his tongue over his teeth, wishing it were a blade over his enemy's throat instead. Most of the day had already passed. He'd heard the time seep away, a poisonous tick-tock in his mind, every beat of the clock a mocking reminder of mortality and pain.In little more than an hour, the first sting would pierce his stomach and nothing he did, nothing he said, would change that. Death would come for him."Damned gods," he muttered, increasing the speed of his bench presses."Bastards, every one of them," a familiar male voice said from behind him.Maddox's motions didn't slow at Torin's unwelcome intrusion. Up. Down. Up. Down. For two hours he had worked out his frustration and anger on the punching bag, the treadmill and now the weights. Sweat ran from his bare chest and arms, riding the ropes of his muscles in clear rivulets. He should be as exhausted mentally as he was physically, but his emotions were only growing darker, more powerful."You should not be here," he said.Torin sighed. "Look. I didn't mean to interrupt, but something's happened.""So take care of it.""I can't.""Whatever it is, try. I'm in no shape to help." These last few weeks very little was needed to send him into a killing haze where no one around him was safe. Even his friends. Especially his friends. He didn't want to, never meant to, but was sometimes helpless against urges to strike and to maim."Maddox—""I'm at the edge, Torin," he croaked. "I would do more harm than good."Maddox knew his limitations, had known them for thousands of years. Ever since that doomed day the gods had chosen a woman to perform a task that should have been his.Pandora had been strong, yes, the strongest female soldier of their time. But he had been stronger. More capable. Yet he had been deemed too weak to guard dimOuniak, a sacred box housing demons so vile, so destructive, they could not even be trusted in Hell.As if Maddox would have allowed it to be destroyed. Frustration had bloomed inside him at the affront. Inside all of them, every warrior now living here. They had fought diligently for the king of the gods, killed expertly and protected thoroughly; they should have been chosen as guards. That they hadn't was an embarrassment not to be tolerated.They'd only thought to teach the gods a lesson the night they'd stolen dimOuniak from Pandora and released that horde of demons upon the unsuspecting world. How foolish they had been. Their plan to prove their power had failed, for the box had gone missing in the fray, leaving the warriors unable to recapture a single evil spirit.Destruction and havoc had soon reigned, plunging the world into darkness until the king of the gods finally intervened, cursing each warrior to house a demon inside himself.A fitting punishment. The warriors had unleashed the evil to avenge their stinging pride; now they would contain it.And so the Lords of the Underworld were born.Maddox had been given Violence, the demon who was now as much a part of him as his lungs or his heart. Now, man could no longer live without demon and demon could no longer function without man. They were woven together, two halves of a whole.From the very first, the creature inside him had beckoned him to do malicious things, hated things, and he'd been compelled to obey. Even when led to slay a woman—to slay Pandora. His fingers clenched the bar so tightly his knuckles nearly snapped out of place. Over the years he had learned to control some of the demon's more vile compulsions, but it was a constant struggle and he knew he could shatter at any moment.What he would have given for a single day of calm. No overpowering desire to hurt others. No battles within himself. No worries. No death. Justpeace."It's not safe for you here," he told his friend, who still stood in the doorway. "You need to leave." He set the silver bar atop its perch and sat up. "Only Lucien and Reyes are allowed to be close to me during my demise." And only because they played a part in it, unwilling though they were. They were as helpless against their demons as Maddox was his."About an hour until that happens, so.. " Torin threw a rag at him. "I'll take my chances."Maddox reached behind his back, caught the white cloth and turned. He wiped his face. "Water."An ice-cold bottle was soaring through the air before the second syllable left his mouth. He caught it deftly, moisture splashing his chest. He drained the icy contents and studied his friend.As usual, Torin wore all black and gloves covered his hands. Pale hair fell in waves to his shoulders, framing a face mortal females considered a sensual feast. They didn't know the man was actually a devil in angel's skin. They should have, though. He practically glowed with irreverence, and there was an unholy gleam in his green eyes that proclaimed he would laugh in your face while cutting out your heart. Or laugh in your face while you cut out his heart.To survive, he had to find humor where he could. They all did.Like every resident of this Budapest fortress, Torin was damned. He might not die every night like Maddox, but he could never touch a living thing, skin to skin, without infecting it with sickness.Torin was possessed by the spirit of Disease.He hadn't known a woman's touch in over four hundred years. He'd learned his lesson well when he'd given in to lust and caressed a would-be lover's face, bringing about a plague that decimated village after village. Human after human."Five minutes of your time," Torin said, his determination clear. "That's all I'm asking.""Think we'll be punished for insulting the gods today?" Maddox replied, ignoring the request. If he didn't allow himself to be asked for a favor, he didn't have to feel guilty for turning it down.His friend uttered another of those sighs. "Our every breath is supposed to be a punishment."True. Maddox's lips curled into a slow, razored smile as he peered ceilingward. Bastards. Punish me further, I dare you. Maybe then, finally, he would fade to nothingness.He doubted the gods would concern themselves, though. After bestowing the death-curse upon him, they had ignored him, pretending not to hear his pleas for forgiveness and absolution. Pretending not to hear his promises and desperate bargaining.What more could they do to him, anyway?Nothing could be worse than dying over and over again. Or being stripped of anything good and rightor hosting the spirit of Violence inside his mind and body.Jackknifing to his feet, Maddox tossed the now-wet rag and empty water bottle into the nearest hamper. He strode to the far end of the room and braced his hands above his head, leaning into the semicircular alcove of stained-glass windows and staring into the night through the only clear partition.He saw Paradise.He saw hell.He saw freedom, prison, everything and nothing. He sawhome.Situated atop a towering hill as the fortress was, he had a direct view of the city. Lights glowed brightly, pinks, blues and purples illuminating the murky velvet sky, glinting off the Danube River and framing the snowcapped trees that dominated the area. Wind blustered, snowflakes dancing and twirling through the air.Here, he and the others had a modicum of privacy from the rest of the world. Here, they were allowed to come and go without having to face a barrage of questions. Why don't you age? Why do screams echo through the forest every night? Why do you sometimes look like a monster?Here, the locals maintained their distance, awed, respectful. "Angels," he'd even heard whispered during a rare encounter with a mortal.If they only knew.Maddox's nails elongated slightly, digging into the stone. Budapest was a place of majestic beauty, old-world charm and modern pleasures, but he'd always felt removed from it. From the castle district that lined one street to the nightclubs that lined the next. From the fruits and vegetables hawked in one alley to the living flesh hawked in the other.Maybe that sense of disconnection would vanish if he ever explored the city, but unlike the others who roamed at will, he was trapped inside the fortress and surrounding land as surely as Violence had been trapped inside Pandora's box thousands of years ago.His nails lengthened farther, almost claws now. Thinking of the box always blackened his mood. Punch a wall, Violence beckoned. Destroy something. Hurt, kill. He would have liked to obliterate the gods. One by one. Decapitate them, perhaps. Rip out their blackened, decayed hearts, definitely.The demon purred in approval.Of course it's purring now, Maddox thought with disgust. Anything bloodthirsty, no matter the victims, met with the creature's support. Scowling, he leveled another heated glance at the heavens. He and the demon had been paired long ago, but he remembered the day clearly. The screams of the innocent in his ears, humans bleeding all around him, hurting, dying, the spirits having devoured their flesh in a rapturous frenzy.Only when Violence had been shoved inside his body did he lose touch with reality. There had been no sounds, no sights. Just an all-consuming darkness. He hadn't regained his senses until Pandora's blood splattered his chest, her last breath echoing in his ears.She had not been his first kill—or his last—but she had been the first and only woman to meet his sword. The horror of seeing that once-vibrant female form broken and knowing he was responsible for it To this day, he had not assuaged the guilt, the regret. The shame and the sorrow.He'd sworn to do whatever was necessary to control the spirit from then on, but it had been too late. Enraged all the more, Zeus had bestowed a second curse upon him: every night at midnight he would die exactly as Pandora had died—a blade through the stomach, six hellish times. The only difference was, her torment had ended within minutes.His torment would last for eternity.He popped his jaw, trying to relax against a new onslaught of aggression. It wasn't as if he were the only one to suffer, he reminded himself. The other warriors had their own demons—literally and figuratively. Torin, of course, was keeper of Disease. Lucien was keeper of Death. Reyes, of Pain. Aeron, of Wrath. Paris, of Promiscuity.Why couldn't he have been given that last one? He would have been able to journey to town anytime he wished, take any woman he desired, savoring every sound, every touch.As it was, he could never venture far. Nor could he trust himself around females for long periods of time. If the demon overtook him or if he could not return home before midnight and someone found his dead, bloody body and buried him—or worse, burned him.How he wished such a thing would end his miserable existence. He would have left long ago and allowed himself to be roasted in a pit. Or perhaps he would have jumped from the fortress's highest window and smashed his brains from his skull. But no. No matter what he did, he'd merely awaken once again, charred as well as sore. Broken as well as sliced."You've been staring at that window for a while," Torin said. "Aren't you even curious as to what's happened?"Maddox blinked as he was dragged from his thoughts."You're still here?"His friend arched a black brow, the color a startling contrast to his silver-white hair. "I believe the answer to my question is no. Are you calm now, at least?"Was he ever truly calm? "As calm as a creature like me can be.""Stop whining. There's something I need to show you, and don't try to deny me this time. We can talk about my reason for disturbing you along the way." Without another word, Torin spun on his booted heel and strode from the room.Maddox remained in place for several seconds, watching his friend disappear around the corner. Stop whining, Torin had said. Yes, that's exactly what he had been doing. Curiosity and wry amusement pushed past his lethal mood, and Maddox stepped from the gym into the hallway. A cold draft of air swirled around him, thick with moisture and the crisp scents of winter. He spied Torin a few feet away and stalked forward, quickly closing in."What's this about?""Finally. Interest," was the only response."If this is one of your tricks" Like the time Torin had ordered hundreds of blow-up dolls and placed them throughout the fortress, all because Paris had foolishly complained about the lack of female companionship in town. The plastic "ladies" had stared out from every corner, their wide eyes and let-me-suck-you mouths taunting everyone who passed them.Things like that happened when Torin was bored."I wouldn't waste my time trying to trick you," Torin said without turning to face him. "You, my friend, have no sense of humor."True.As Maddox kept pace, stone walls stretched at his sides; sconces glowed, pulsing with light and fire, twining shadow with gold. The House of the Damned, as Torin had dubbed the place, had been built hundreds of years ago. Though they had modernized it as best they could, the age showed in the crumbling rock and the scuffed floors."Where is everyone?" Maddox asked, only then realizing he hadn't spotted any of the others."You'd think Paris would be shopping for food since our cabinets are nearly bare and that's his only duty, but no. He's out searching for a new woman."Lucky bastard. Possessed as he was by Promiscuity, Paris could not bed the same woman twice, and so he seduced a new one—or two or three—every day. The only downside? If he couldn't find a woman, he was reduced to doing things Maddox didn't even want to contemplate. Things that left the normally good-tempered man hunched over a toilet, heaving the contents of his stomach. Though Maddox's envy abated at such moments, it always returned when Paris spoke of one of his lovers. The soft brush of a thighthe meeting of hot skinthe groans of ecstasy."Aeron is Prepare yourself," Torin began, "because this is the main reason I hunted you down.""Did something happen to him?" Maddox demanded as darkness shuttered over his thoughts and anger overtook him. Destroy, obliterate, Violence beseeched, clawing at the corners of his mind. "Is he hurt?"Immortal Aeron might be, but he could still be harmed. Even killed—a feat they had all discovered in the worst possible way."Nothing like that," Torin assured him.Slowly, he relaxed and gradually Violence receded. "What, then? Cleaning a mess and throwing a fit?" Every warrior here had specific responsibilities. It was their way of maintaining some semblance of order amid the chaos of their own souls. Aeron's task was maid service, something he complained about on a daily basis. Maddox took care of home repairs. Torin played with stocks and bonds, whatever those were, keeping them well-moneyed. Lucien did all the paperwork and Reyes supplied them with weapons."The godssummoned him."Maddox stumbled, shock momentarily blinding him. "What?" Surely he had misheard."The gods summoned him," Torin repeated patiently.But the Greeks hadn't spoken to any of them since the day of Pandora's death. "What did they want? And why am I just now hearing about this?""One, no one knows. We were watching a movie when suddenly he straightened in his seat, expression dead, as if there were no one home. Then a few seconds later he tells us he's been summoned. None of us even had time to react—one minute Aeron was with us, the next he was gone."And two," Torin added with barely a pause, "I tried to tell you. You said you didn't care, remember?"

Editorial Reviews

"A world of myth, mayhem and love under the sea!"

-#1 New York Times bestselling author J.R. Ward on The Nymph King